CHAPTER 19: PENULTIMATE - THE HONEYMOON: DAYS 5 AND 6
The next afternoon: Day 5
"That was fun," Lois tells Clark as their boat pulls into the private lagoon.
"Leave it to you to get an interview with the chief," chuckling a little as he hops out of the boat and fastens it to the small dock.
"You know me," picking up the picnic basket and stepping onto the dock.
"That I do," taking the basket from her.
"You know, you never cease to amaze me, Smallville," looking curiously at him.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"I had no idea you even knew how to sail a boat."
"Oliver gave me sailing lessons," he replies with a smile.
"So you knew we would be going sailing and you didn't tell me?" raising her eyebrows.
"That's the mystery that is Clark Kent," winking at her, then extending his free hand towards her. "Shall we have that picnic now?"
"You bet," taking his hand.
They start walking until they find a spot on the beach near the waterfall. "This looks like a good spot," setting down the picnic basket. He pulls out a blanket and spreads it out, then sits down; taking off his sneakers. Lois sits down and does the same. She looks out at the waterfall as Clark is emptying the basket. He looks up at her and notices the far-away look in her eyes. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asks her.
She looks back at him. "What did you say?"
"Is everything okay?" a wondering look on his face.
"Never better," flashing him a smile.
"You sure? Because you had this 'far-away' look in your eyes," taking out the bottle of wine.
"I did?" gazing back at him.
"Yes," closing the basket. "What were you thinking about just now?"
She smiles and tells him...
Lois was in Clark's arms; her back flush against his chest.He continued to hold on to her; even when the rain started to fall and they begin to get all soaking wet.
"Lois?" softly calling her name.
Lois turns around and gazes into his eyes. "Clark? Clark, what happened?"
He gazes back at her; his hand gently caressing her face. "We made it," he finally says.She smiles back at him, then rests her head instead on his chest. She closes her eyes and listens to sound of his heartbeat. They just stand there in the pouring rain and hold each other while the rest of the world passes them by...
"Really?" a curious expression on his face. "Why were you thinking of that?"
"I'm not sure why," shrugging her shoulders. "For some reason, the water falling down reminded me of it."
He smiles at her and takes her hand; raising it to his lips and softly kissing it. "You know, I almost kissed you right then and there, but I chickened out," he admits.
"Why didn't you?" she asks him.
He doesn't answer her at first, then says, "I guess I was afraid to because of the feelings I was starting to have for you. I hadn't felt that way in a really long time."
She smiles at him. "I felt the same way," she replies. "I wanted to kiss you too, but thought that maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see."
"Which was?" he asks.
"Well..." hesitating a moment. "You had a similar expression on your face the night of the wedding," she says.
"I did?"
She nods her head. "Yes, you did. And we both know how THAT turned out," a slight frown on her face.
He kisses her hand again. "Well, I think we've more than made up for that oversight," winking at her.
"In more ways than one," blushing slightly at his comment.
He slowly lets go of her hand. "I suppose we should eat something," a wistful expression on his face.
"We should," reluctantly agreeing with him. "We do need the energy after all," she says coyly...
A short time later...
"That was delicious," picking up a napkin and wiping her mouth.
"It was," he remarks as he cleans up the blanket; placing everything in the basket and putting it to the side.
"I think I just want to relax for a bit," laying down on the blanket and closing her eyes.
"Okay," laying down on his side next to her; his fingers lightly grazing her arm.
"I'm serious, Smallville," opening her eyes again and looking up at him.
"I know you are," still stroking her arm.
"So why are you..."
"What?" his fingers slowly sliding up towards her shoulder.
"Foreplay," her eyes slightly narrowing.
"Foreplay?" looking curiously at her.
"Yes," sitting up and looking down at him. "Foreplay," she repeats.
He sits up and looks over at her. "What's wrong with foreplay?" he asks her.
"Nothing," she says. "I just wanted to relax for a little while," she replies.
"You do huh?" pushing her back down to the blanket.
"Yes," starting to sit up again, but he pushes her down again. "I just felt like touching my wife," lying back down next to her. "Is that a crime?"
"No," she admits.
"So what's the problem?" lowering his lips to her shoulder. "It's not as if you have to do anything," his lips moving across her shoulder. "You just lie back and close your eyes while I have a little fun," he says in a teasing tone as his lips reach the base of her throat.
"Are you serious?" staring down at him with surprise.
He looks up at her. "Of course," winking at her. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well..." hesitating a moment.
"I didn't think so," resuming kissing her down her throat.
"Umm," a small sigh escaping her lips as he makes his way down to her cleavage. His fingers find the edge of her tank top and pulls it off her; tossing it to the side. "Is this a new bathing suit?" he asks; fingering the fringe on the edge of the cups.
"Yes," opening her eyes and looking up at him.
"I love it," his tongue sliding just underneath the edge of the cups and caressing her skin.
She sighs again as his fingers cup her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top; lightly pinching her nipples. "I love it when you do that," she whispers.
"You do, huh?"
"Oh yes," she moans softly. She opens her eyes again. "I have a better idea," slipping away from him and standing up.
"What's that?" he asks as she pulls down her shorts and kicks them off; revealing the matching bikini bottom.
"How about we go for a swim?"
"That is a better idea," pulling off his shorts.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who bought a new bathing suit," eyeing the striped suit he's wearing.
"I thought you'd like it," smiling at her.
"I do," she replies. "Come on," grabbing his hand and leading him into the water. "Ever make love under a waterfall?" she asks him.
"You know I haven't," he retorts.
"Just checking," winking at him.
They make their way over to the waterfall and stand in front of it; the spray from the cascading water hitting their bodies. Then his hands move from her waist to her ass and lifts her up; her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. His hands move to the back of her neck - then to her back to untie her bikini top; removing it completely. His lips move from her upper arm to her shoulder while his fingers cup her breasts; squeezing them within his fingers.
"Ohh," she sighs; closing her eyes while his fingers tease her nipples until they harden. "I need your mouth on me, Clark," she whispers softly.
"It would be my pleasure," removing his hands and taking her breast in his mouth; lightly grazing her nipple.
"Umm," he groans as he continues to suck on her breast; his hand squeezing and pulling on her other one. Then he switches; sucking on her other one while his hand pleasures the one his mouth just left.
He finally lets her breast pop out of her mouth and begins to nibble on her neck; his hands returning to massage her breasts. She removes one of her hands from around his neck and glides it down to his crotch; her fingers slipping inside his bathing suit to stroke his arousal.
"Ahh," he groans as she begins to squeeze him; moving her hand up and down on him. He throws his head back; his eyes closing as her mouth envelops one of his nipples. Moan after moan escapes his lips as her teeth graze his nipple while her hand continues to squeeze him.
He lifts her head off his chest and whispers something in her ear. "I need to make love to you," slowly walking backwards until they reach the water's edge. He reaches down to slip off her bikini bottom, then promptly removes his own suit.
"Umm," she sighs when he turns her around and starts to lay a trail of soft kisses down her neck. She stretches her arms out in front of her; laying her head on one of them as he kisses his way across her shoulders. His fingers glide down the sides of her body and stops at her waist; gripping it tightly.
"Ahh," she gasps out loud when she feels his arousal enter her; not stopping until he's fully inside her. She starts moaning as he starts to thrust inside her at a steady pace with long, deep strokes. "Oh, Clark," moaning loudly as he increases the pace of his thrusts. His fingers move from her waist to cup her breasts; rolling her nipples within his fingers.
"I think I'm cuming!" she cries out as her body convulses.
Clark has his climax a few seconds later; releasing himself into her. "Oh, Lois," moaning loudly as his orgasm hits him; his body also convulsing. His fingers let go of her breasts and move back down to her waist as their bodies slowly begin to settle down.
"Oh, Clark," opening her eyes and turning around to look up into his eyes. "Wow!" she finally says.
He smiles back at her. "Wow! is right," one of his hands moving to caress her face.
She returns his smile with one of her own. "NOW can we relax?" raising her eyebrows.
He chuckles a little. "You bet," scooping her up into his arms and walking out of the water...
The next morning: Day 6
"I just got off the phone and was able to reserve a court for 11:30," Clark calls out to Lois.
"Great," she calls out from the bathroom. "What time is it now?" she asks.
He checks his watch. "It's 11:00," he replies. "We still have plenty of time," sitting down on the couch.
She comes out of the bathroom. "Great," coming over to him and sitting down next to him. "We'll have lunch afterwards, then go for a walk on the beach."
"I like that idea," putting his arm around her shoulders and softly kisses her neck. "You know," he says after a few minutes, "I can't believe that tomorrow is our last day here," sighing a little. "I don't want to go back."
"I know the feeling," sighing a little herself. "It's been such a wonderful honeymoon," turning her head and gazing into his sparkling blue eyes.
"It's been an AMAZING honeymoon," leaning forward to kiss her lips.
She pulls away and smiles at him. "We should get ready to leave," arching one brow.
"Okay," removing his arm and getting up from the couch. "I'll be right back," disappearing for a couple seconds. He returns in his tennis shorts and shirt.
"Don't forget the sneakers," looking down at his bare feet.
"Oops," a sheepish look on his face. He disappears again; returning with the proper footwear and a couple of tennis rackets. "Here's yours," handing it to her.
"Let's go, Smallville," tapping him on his backside. "I'm going to whip your butt," walking towards the door.
"I don't think that's going to happen, Lane," he calls out after her.
She stops in her tracks and turns around. "Care to make it interesting?" a mischievous grin on her face.
He looks curiously at her. "What are the stakes?" he asks her.
"Hummmm," pretending to think about it. "If I win, you have to serve me breakfast in bed for a month."
"That's not a problem," he replies.
"That's not all of it," she says.
"Really? What more could there be?" looking curiously at her once again.
She comes up to him; gliding the edge of her tennis racket down his chest. "You have to serve it naked..." her eyes twinkling, "...and with a bow tie around your neck," she concludes.
"Naked, huh?" he says teasingly. "Okay - but if I win, YOU have to serve me breakfast in bed for a month and be naked."
"Okay," she says.
"There's one more thing," he adds.
"There is?" looking a little puzzled. "What is it?"
"You have to wear those sexy stilettos," winking at her.
She smiles back at him. "Deal," extending her hand.
"Deal," smiling back at her; taking her hand and shaking on it.
"Let's go," grabbing her free hand and leading her out the door...
A couple hours later...
"I can't believe you won," throwing down the racket and plopping down on the couch.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you serve me breakfast in bed wearing only that sexy smile," a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
"You don't have to rub it in," she retorts; still frowning.
"Oh, I am rubbing it in. In fact, I'm enjoying it," ducking to avoid her punch. "And don't forget the stiletto's," a smirk on his face.
She tries to punch him again but he's too fast; grabbing her by the arms and lifting her up. "Let me go," struggling to free herself.
"I will NEVER let you go, so get used to it," he quips; amused by her efforts to free herself.
"If you don't let me go, then I'll have a headache for the rest of the honeymoon," a smug smile on her face.
"That's an empty threat," still smirking at her. "When you have a headache, you need to release the tension. And as we both know, vigorous exercise is the best way to do that," smiling down at her. "So you can have a headache for the rest of our married life together. We'll STILL have sex," kissing her full on the lips, then setting her down and walking away towards the bathroom.
"I HATE YOU!" she hisses.
"And I LOVE you," winking at her as he closes the door before the tennis racket could hit him...
TO BE CONTINUED...
One more chapter plus an Epilogue *sigh*